Bucket List

I have, for some time, suspected that my bucket list might differ substantially from those of other, lesser mortals. A swift peruse through the Bucket List tag on WordPress confirms this. 

AIM HIGHER PEOPLE!

I have no idea whether or not you have the capability to achieve higher aims, but just reading “go to Six Flags” umpteen times is fucking depressing, okay? AIM HIGHER. For me.

And now to my bucket list:

  1. Marry Prince Caspian
  2. Win Nobel Prize for Literature before 30 (nb requires time machine at this point)
  3. Capture and tame and break to ride a wild mustang, dressage optional
  4. Become the White Rahnee of Sarawak
  5. Have John Galliano call me a muse
  6. Make memorable entrance to Annabel’s
  7. Compete in a three day event
  8. See Bali from the inside, the way I saw the Bandas
  9. Have a good sit-down with Prince Bandar of Saudi Arabia
  10. At least once pre-empt Biella Coleman when the media asks for comment on Anonymous. Just once, come on girl
  11. Viggo.
  12. EDITED TO ADD: Wikipedia entry. How could I have forgotten?
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I’m Not Sure There’s a Workable Path for Professional Online Writers

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I don’t think it’s as bleak as this article makes it seem, but yes, I’ve worked for $15 an article and had editors complain that I got paid that much. Which is one reason I work for myself now.

Originally posted on The Dish:

by Freddie deBoer

So it won’t surprise anybody to learn that I really, really don’t like Buzzfeed.

Sometimes, when I consider the Buzzfeed phenomenon, I think I’m living in some sort of fictional satirical world where Buzzfeed is a symbol of how far media can fall. It’s like living in a Douglas Copeland novel. Buzzfeed’s particular brand of lowest common denominator clickbait, their “14 Giraffes Who Totally Look  Like Steve Buscemi,” their “25 Things Only People from [Insert Geographical Area Here] Understand,” their “Which of Fat Cat’s Minions from Chip’n’Dale’s Rescue Rangers Are You?” quizzes, their corpsefucking glurge, sitting side-by-side with their “branded content” like “12 Most Crunchtastic TV Moments Brought to You by Frito Lay,” subsidizing imperial stenographer Rosie Gray’s smears of Max Blumenthal (an actual journalist),  powered by an aggregation model that comes pretty close to plagiarism even when it doesn’t devolve into the serial copy-and-pasting of Benny Johnson…

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Robin Williams on Loneliness

Mork & Mindy: In Mork We Trust (#1.21)” (1979)

Orson: The report, Mork.

Mork: This week I discovered a terrible disease called loneliness.

Orson: Do many people on Earth suffer from this disease?

Mork: Oh yes sir, and how they suffer. One man I know suffers so much he has to take a medication called bourbon, even that doesn’t help very much because then he can hear paint dry.

Orson: Does bed rest help?

Mork: No because I’ve heard that sleeping alone is part of the problem. You see, Orson, loneliness is a disease of the spirit. People who have it think that no one cares about them.

Orson: Do you have any idea why?

Mork: Yes sir you can count on me. You see, when children are young, they’re told not to talk to strangers. When they go to school, they’re told not to talk to the person next to them. Finally when they’re very old, they’re told not to talk to themselves, who’s left?

Orson: Are you saying Earthlings make each other lonely?

Mork: No sir I’m saying just the opposite. They make themeslves lonely, they’re so busy looking out for number one that there’s not enough room for two.

Orson: It’s too bad everybody down there can’t get together and find a cure.

Mork: Here’s the paradox sir because if they did get together, they wouldn’t need one.

Thoughts. Of a Genius???

It’s funny, but the days volunteering in the forum is awful have something in common with the days when working in the forum is hilarious. That thing? The presence of complete morons.

EG the following conversation, tagged (with apparent sincerity) “Thoughts of a genius.”

 

A conversation with Jesus

  1. mcgeniusthepoet
    Member
    Jul 31, 2014, 4:09 AM

    Oh, How I wish to forgive and just forgive
    So I be at peace, in relief
    To target an area in heart of hopelessness
    With a hand that digs out in me forgiveness
    So I myself as well be granted happiness
    Finding it hard due to some carelessness

    I had a conversation with Jesus one night
    Who he himself whispered good news in my ears
    Brought about solutions to let disappear my fears
    He indulged me in tunes by singing lyrical vibes of Mathew 6 verse 14
    I danced to the rhythm yet never thought of stopping nor pausing
    He told me forgiveness is an act of intention
    An alarm or signal towards the perception of reality
    Without a gun on my head but it being voluntarily

    This is a tale of a line between the perpetrator and the victimized
    Where the victimized abandons the negativity of emotions
    Rehabilitating the perpetrator purposefully forgetting sadism
    Ultimately seeing light in the tunnel of possible reconciliation
    Withdrawing from the strings of hatred that has us by our tongues and fingertips
    Withdrawing from future plans of vengeance

    With his voice of tough love, firm but loving, told me
    Forgiveness is a lifting of a burden suppressing the life within
    And yet a contradiction between forgiving and forgetting
    For memory and heart is photographic
    For the heart is sacred than the mind controversial as it should be
    For with peace seeking through introspection and
    Forgiving no eye shall be prohibited to see

    I may not be looking forward to calling you a friend
    Or invite you for lunch or a sip of coffee
    I may not be looking forward to welcoming you inside my home
    Or inside my heart for that matter
    But I’m definitely looking forward to letting my heart be at peace
    He made me realise that we should forgive ourselves
    For not forgiving others in the journey of finding healing
    Emphasizing that a good heart does not await an apology
    Though it taketh a good man to accept it
    It taketh a great man to maketh an apology

    The blog I need help with is mcgeniusthepoet.wordpress.com.

  2. Jesus is not available to answer your questions in the WordPress.com technical support forums. Thursdays and Sundays are His days off.

     

“Artists” stealing from Artists – Sad News at 100 Braid St Studios

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That’s just horrible. Some asshole who can’t make it as an artist broke into a collective studio and helped himself to the art supplies. Also a computer and printer.

Originally posted on 100 Braid St Studios & Gallery:

I am really sad to announce that last Friday night 100 Braid St was broken in to. All of our artists studios were rifled through and the major losses were art supplies although computer equipment & printers were also taken. In some cases the thieves actually picked through things taking only the best paints, spray paints, brushes, and equipment. Clearly soSad Sunflowers at 100 Braid Stmeone who considers themselves an artist feels it’s OK to steal from other artists.

One of our youngest members Fiona Tang, had purchased a set of charcoals as a gift to herself on her recent graduation from Emily Carr–they are now gone. Corrin Howes just finished moving in & setting up her studio recently and all of her new paints, brushes & mediums were stolen. Ingrid Tamboline, one of our jewelry makers had a very difficult to find, made in the Ukraine, bending tool; now she cannot create the jewelry…

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